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“It’s easy not to hate. The less you see people, the less you hate – until you’re left all to yourself.” – T. Wignesan,

For Sochi

Bella quickly retracted within the walls of her apartment immediately Tim dropped her off. Immediately after putting herself through the door to her apartment, she rested her back against the door and stood still for all the time it took Tim to restart the engine of the car and drive away from her door steps. Her thoughts settled on the last conversation they had in the car. The flash of emotion she had seen in his eyes had been too real and deep. For that moment he seemed a different person than who he had been the rest of the evening. Talking about his absentee dad had brought back all the deep feelings he had buried away and she wasn’t prepared for it, not on a second date. All that deep she saw in a flash scared her, that was why she fled his car into her apartment and even now as she stood a little away from his car, she couldn’t bring herself to check if he was finally gone. As if the universe wanted her to enjoy the rest of her night, she finally heard his engine roar back to life and seconds later, he zoomed off. His departure symmetrically aligned with her composition as then, she heaved a deep sign – one of relief. She managed to check through the windows just to ascertain his departure. Satisfied, she walked straight to her room, peeled off her clothes, then laid it in a heap in a corner as she covered herself with a towel while grabbing a face wipe to unmask her true face. She was a real beauty even without layers of makeup mask. After unmasking her true face, she marched to the bathroom and as soon as the cool water from the shower hit her skin it brought back to her lost train of thoughts or rather she caught up with the ride. She could only imagine what life without a father would be like. With that thought, her heart went out to Tim. She wanted at that point, to hold him and somehow make all the empty memories and emotions attached disappear. She couldn’t imagine her life without her dad. He had always been her rock. Her heart wanted to go out to Tim again but it had already done that and it had decided to stay with him.

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The sound of the door slamming shut jabbed Bella out of her ride down memory lane. With papers scattered about her room, she didn’t have enough time to gather them and compose herself before Ngozi walked in. Like a cobwebbed room, Bella’s scattered thought got caught on her face as she walked in. The very excited expression on her face thinned out instantly. She had sniffed the atmosphere and she knew what Bella had been up to. She knew her so well, more than she knew her own self. Ngozi’s eye caught papers scattered on the bed. She picked them up and saw Tim’s name and signature. “NG don’t! They are office stuff”, Bella said, as she made to take them away from her. “I see you’ve been busy! Tormenting yourself with thoughts of that good for nothing. I could feel it in the air when I walked in. Bella, I know you won’t listen to me but your supposed pay back is eating you in the ass more than you know. Just drop it and move on. Moving on is a sign of strength and you are full of that.” “So is pay back” replied Bella. A long silence overcame the room and the two stood there and spoke with their eyes. A language only both of them understood. Walking over to where Bella stood, NG pulled her into a warm hug and Bella started to sob. “He hurt me real bad and he will pay” she managed to say in between sobs. “I know B, I know. Just find a way for the hurt to not consume you. I love you and will always be there for you.”

The next morning, Bella marched into the office looking sharp, a total contrast of how she was the previous night. She was dressed in a three-quarter black and white stripped chinos trouser that hung on her figure and a black loose fit long-sleeved top that ended just above her bum, with a pair of black plumbs to go. She swayed her hips along the aisle that led to her office and was stopped by Momoh who exchanged pleasantries and had that smitten look in his eyes that showed that he was completely taken by her. He was unlike the rest in the office, he didn’t press her. He just admired her from a distance and he was content with the usual pleasantries they exchanged. They stood there talking about a new deal Momoh was in charge of and he made a funny remark that got Bella so cracked up, and in that moment Tim decided to walk into the office. He witnessed her spirit soar in that moment. She seemed relaxed from her usual self around the office. He was glad she was that way but at the same time worried at the company that made her that way. As he made his way towards them, all let-down fences were quickly put back in place and Bella was back to being the Bella Tim now saw. She barely glanced to look at him just as he reached them as she turned to the direction of her office. She had quickly cut Momoh short and fled before he could come so close. She had felt his presence soon enough not to let him get close to her. In the distant past, she would have smelt it way before he appeared to defend the scent, but these days, the scent had lost its strong presence and she wondered if it had anything to do with her. As she got into her office, she couldn’t help but replay in her mind’s eye the expression she had caught on Tim’s face with the side of her eye as he saw them together. She smiled, and then the imaginary light bulb that lights up when a bright idea comes to mind suddenly stood lit. She had found an angle! A slow mischievous smile crept up her lips and she knew just what to do. Momoh barely stood to exchange pleasantries with Tim as he came up to him. He was his ever jovial self but he just didn’t stay to chit-chat with Tim like he would normally do. If it this had happened on any other day, perhaps Tim might not notice or think big of it but on this day, he did. Momoh innocently left in haste as well because the conversation he had with Bella had made him remember something he had to do on the new deal he was handling and he needed to get it done quickly. Tim stood for a moment and glanced at the direction Bella went first, then Momoh, before walking into his office. He knew he shouldn’t make anything of what he had seen but Bella was involved and since her return, he didn’t know her end-game which made him always nervous when he was around her. Thinking back to that moment when what happened had happened; he clearly saw her face and her expression. She had said nothing, she just quietly left that day and he never saw her again. And now she was back with more silence, he seriously feared at what lay underneath the silence and he would soon find out.
Tim settled down in the office but not failing to remember the happening of the morning for that day. He suddenly remembered the document…

“if the only way was forward, we would never have seen the moon walk” – POE

For Tyaice

The drive back home for Tim was uneventful, however, he couldn’t help but berate himself. What was all that flood of emotions as he talked about his dad? And why did he feel naked all of a sudden? He decided he needed to get himself some ass tonight to take his mind off the day. He had enjoyed her company though. She was lively, intelligent, innocent and fun; a clear upgrade from the dumb street bimbos that had graced his bed. A sly smile crept to his face as he tried to picture her naked, her perky tits and supple skin. Scrolling through his phone, he dialed Biola’s number. She was a pretty light skinned booty call he had hooked up with a while back, and while she was gorgeous with curves in all the right places, her proclivity for parties and drugs was a major turn on for him too. He liked his girls reckless and loose as it made them easier to control and open to the dirty suggestions and perversions that were his sex life. His composure and decorum at work was a complete opposite to his life behind closed doors. And tonight he had a few things he would love to try on her to sate his appetizing thoughts of bela. Dialing, He listened as the automated voice of the female MTN bot yammered “ if you want to copy this callertune press 11” and the sound of yemi Alade’s voice blared through his car’s bluetooth speakers “ if you want me you must buy me Ferrari, ah ahh, soup wey sweet na money dey kill am ehh ehh , cause I love you no be for mouth..” His mind drifted off as he thought of how typical it was for the average Nigerian girl who had never earned a penny in her life to take the word of a hardworking artiste as gospel truth and expect an entitlement just for being “bae”. “such arrant nonsense”. His thoughts were interrupted as biola’s voice came on, “hey tim, been awhile, how have you been?” “I have been great but I’d feel much better if I saw you today”, he could literally feel her blushing from the sound of her voice “ awwwn, missed me haven’t you?” how about you come pick me up and I’ll take very good care of you, we would have to make a quick stop at the chemist though as I am low on supply” tim instantly knew that would be for rohypnol tablets and codeine, “ okay baby, I’d be picking you up in 30 mins or less”. Tim knew quite well she would do anything to be his main squeeze but her drug use was as much of a turn on for him as it was also a turn off, moreover, why spoil a perfectly good arrangement with feelings. “pfft”

Two hours later, biola lay naked and asleep in tims arms, passed out and sated from the combination of drugs and the exerting sex that had consumed them immediately they got to his apartment. He could hear her light snore while his mind was sharp as he was wide awake. He always fell asleep immediately after sex but today his mind was still on bela, same way it was while he made love to biola, he couldn’t believe how quickly he came and thankfully, his bed mate was too high to notice. The more he thought about her, the more excited he became. He picked his phone to look at the time, it was 1:33am, he scrolled to her number and typed a message but on second thought he deleted it. He didn’t want to seem too thirsty, “play it cool now, easy does it” he quickly opened his whatsapp application and refreshed his favorites to see if she was on there, praying silently, he scrolled down, saw her name and opened her page. He clicked on her displayed picture and waited impatiently as the image blurred and became sharp. Damn she was beautiful. his mind drifted to how those succulent lips would feel against his, just then Biola stirred and shifted closer to him, cuddling him once more with her naked form. He dropped his phone and snuggled closer; he could feel his erection, smiling, he started suckling on her boobs and caressing the mound between her thighs , he could already feel her getting wet and aroused before she came awake enough to open her legs and invite him to her warmth as he slid into her once more, she was soaking wet and he fit perfectly, he wanted this to last longer not because of who he was with but because of whom he wanted it to be with. closing his eyes he imagined it was bela beneath him as he pumped n and out of her slowly at first till he peaked up his pace as he felt her squeezing him tightly with her vaginal muscles, spasm after spasm as she came, he grunted with one final thrust as he erupted his seed deep inside her for the second time while she held on to him coming down from her own throes of orgasm “ I love you timothy” she said as slumped back unto the bed, he kissed her forehead and left the ed headed forthe shower. the minute the cold sprinkles hit him his mind became clear, “shit” he exclaimed, he just fucked her without a condom, he had never done that with anyone, asides from the risk of STDs, he didn’t want to have a baby. He hoped this one indiscretion wouldn’t haunt him anyway. He turned off the shower and made a mental note to take ampiclox tablets first thing tomorrow morning and also buy biola the morning after pill. drying himself he got back under the duvet, with his back turned to her he dozed off; he couldn’t wait for the day to begin so he could call bela.

I recently discovered a part of me that i hardly get in touch with,heck i had very little idea it existed. I am talking about the part of the human brain that makes us feel jealous. I am not the jealous envious type i despise it but i did feel jealous very recently . it is of course about a girl and that’s where it becomes strange. the girl in question, let’s call her X, isn’t my gf i don’t have a crush on her. In many ways though we are connected. about 6 yrs back we reconnected and trust me i had no idea we wuld be this close i have feelings for her like no other not the bf i wanna “chike” u, sleep with you (dats up 4 debate tho) kind of feelings just an unnatural feeling towards this girl it supercedes most. trust me it’s scary. I’ve been there for her and she’s been 4 me through thick n thin, support, advice,.. she’s kinda my conscience in many ways. before i do something stupid, i ask her opinion which i mostly take. she tells me my right and wrong, she makes me understand and show emotions to things I am very bad with. I am like the most emotional sociopath you’ll ever know if you find a way to connect emotionally to a sociopath that is.which brings me to the jealousy ish . i mostly know who she’s screwing, who she’s in love with, who she hates…. whom she lost her virginity to, most of her bfs need to have my blessing before she goes ahead with them. It’s like we are soul partners in a way. so quite surprisingly very recently she told me she was screwing sum1 and it hit a cord with me . i was shell shocked to say the least. Don’t get it twisted i didn’t suddenly develop feelings for her or want to date her etc etc but it did hit me. i don’t know why but it felt different for me. here is sum1 i actually encourage to have sex which she does and i feel nothing but something felt different. i tried to process why i suddenly felt this way, exploring all possible options as to why, including if i wanted her to be my gf etc etc but it wasn’t any of that. i finally figured it out. this was the most vocal she had been about any of her exploits, she was not only enjoying this, she just wasn’t getting enough, it was like she had found some brand new way of mixing crack that made it different from everything out there she was into it and that’s why i was feeling the way i did. I was happy 4 her but i wished i was the 1 having this kind of happy sex, where i coudn’t get eonugh and just wanted to keep going. not that i get bored having sex, especially if its on a constant basis, I’m a freak. I’ll do just about anything in bed. I am kinky(no judging) but yet sex gets boring after a while and I’d pretty much just want to be alone with no hassles from the opposite sex. i really like my quiet. there you have it. I don’t know if I am finding excuses or just jealous… you be the judge.

Turning restlessly on his bed trying to get some sleep, Treyvon realised he can’t, he works a high stress job but it’s nothing compared to how he feels about her, she’s his world, he’s lost in everything she does. Lust, compassion, jealousy, hate, kindness, affection, he can’t control any of it, all he wants is Esperanza,the sound of her name to his ears, how it rolled out her tongue the very first day they met, his life is incomplete without her. She’s his world, he’ll give anything to have her right now. Physically, emotionally, carnally, that’s when it hits him he’s a slave to love. He has been thinking “what can I do to make it better, how much more can I do to impress her, what do I have to give up, what if she leaves or feels I’m not good enough for her or maybe I’m too good for her… what if!”

He recalls nights they’ve shared, his body against hers, her head on his chest, no space in between just deep breaths and sweet long deep kisses. So deep, so satisfying, so fulfilling, it’s passion at its fullest, and her breasts nudged against his chest. He remembers how they feel, how soft and comfortable those D-cups are, he remembers having it in his mouth, slushing all over it, he recalls her moans and the immense pleasure racing through his veins. He tries to control himself from getting lost but he already is, he’s a slave to love. Wow! he thinks, I miss her, I need her right now, I’d give anything for her to be in my arms right now.

He recalls how she whispers in his ears, nibbling carefully and playfully on his ears, it was raw pleasure sending shivers down his spine. He recalls kissing her inner thighs, slumbering down those big inner thighs, there was no place he would rather be. He remembers how wet she gets and how her body shivers to his every touch, he remembers going down on her, how warm it feels, it’s like the best slimy “gellish” thing he had tasted, she tastes like a delicate mix of exquisite Spanish cream, vanilla ice cream, a dash of ginger, it was truly beautiful. Her moans made him want to work her, pleasing her was all that mattered, she was his life. how he had made her clit so hard and red, playing with it for much longer would probably lead her to the “mountain”,how he gets so hard from having the time of his life with the woman of his life, on that very first night, he thought to himself how hasn’t he already climaxed, no time for thinking though he needed to go to that special place and take her with him. Finally, he mustered the strength and slid it in, she gave a gasp as she felt the length of him in her, it was ecstatic. he filled every inch of her. Slowly and gently with rhythm he went back and forth it was like a gymnast doing his routine but he was no gymnast he was just inspired by a woman, this woman, his woman! He was a slave in love.

He recalls how it lasted only a short while but it was more about the journey and he was satisfied how the journey had gone and he felt she wasn’t dissatisfied either. It was for her like being to Paris, seeing that shoe you always dreamed about with the dress and hand bag to match all of this completely free and given to you by someone who cares about you it was the ultimate feeling of pleasure it was wonderful well at least, that’s what she told him or he thought he heard. He recalls them lying naked, talking about stuff and laughing for hours both too tired to get out of bed. it had been a great night and nothing seemed more important than being in each other’s arms or so he thought.

Now here he was without her, all by himself, it tortured him to think about it but he had no choice he was in love. Where could she have gone where could she be? why hasn’t she sought him out? he began to fear the worst, what had happened to his woman? he couldn’t fathom being without her. it was the worst thing ever. He was sure he couldn’t bear it but she was out there somewhere, he could feel it. Maybe she needs rescuing, Maybe she has someone else, Maybe her phone would ring, Maybe… just Maybe he’ll wake up and this would all be a nightmare and she’ll be lying right next to him, her mouth slightly ajar breathing softly into his chest,,,, his phone beeps to bring him back to the present. it’s not her but there’s news… it’s not bad news but it isn’t good either…

Tune in for part 2😁

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